Chapter 3184: fate

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"Where did the monk bully the people in this town, isn't it embarrassing?"
Throughout the pleading, a voice came, the voice was not down, a vigorous figure, a beautiful continuous flip, settled in front of Xu Yi, but a young monk, carrying a giant sword.
Xu Yi raised his eyes and swept, full of surprise, he could not see the realm of people, is this not strange?
Suddenly, he became enlightened, and he accepted Qiqi. Now that he understood it, the guy in front of him didn't even enter the ghost fairyland. No wonder he couldn't see the depth of this person with Qiqi.
He spent too long in Tuhunxing and was used to the cultivation ecology there, and suddenly changed to this side, and he didn't really come over for a while.
"Why, you are so embarrassed to eat this crime? Hurry up and go, there are more than one monk who wants to fight against the God of Surabaya in recent years. What is the result? In addition to bringing endless disaster to the people here, God of Surabaya is still the same in."
The young monk shouted loudly, "Don't think that if you make some achievements, you will be able to take advantage of the world. The world is so big and so powerful, it's not what you can imagine. Go ahead, don't harm others, and also lose your life. "
He was condescending to speak with Xu Yi because he could not understand Xu Yi ’s realm. When he wanted to come, which of the strong men he had seen was not out of the aura, and he was domineering. Both said that they dared to come here to sway.
"Zhenglun Immortal Chang said in a timely manner, this Immortal Chang, please do not harm me. I am willing to support the Sishui River God. It has nothing to do with other people. I also invite Xianchang to leave."
Xu Ding shouted loudly, with a lot of confidence. The Song Changlun Immortal Chang in front of him was the priest who was stationed in Fengyuan City in Xianmo Pavilion.
This person came so quickly, naturally because he quietly smashed the warning signs and jade symbols given by Xianmoge.
"Sad and pitiful, ridiculous."
Suddenly, another voice came, and a young monk dressed as a Taoist was on the court.
The young priest had red teeth and white teeth, and he was tall, with a large gray robe, and he was even leaner and taller.
Song Zhenglun raised his eyebrows, "Who are you?"
"People who kill God!"
The young Taoist said coldly.
Song Zhenglun clenched his fists and said, "Respect driving is of course extraordinary, but how can the God of Surabaya be easily provoked, and can't kill the gods, and involve the people in Wuliu Town and Fengyuan City? How should the people be?"
He can see clearly that this young Taoist is strong, at least in the ghost fairyland. If he enters the ghost fairyland, he is really a genus of the earth fairy. It is not a mortal. Official half-time is the existence that you need to look up to yourself.
"He Ko, the people? The people are all innocent. They have to ask the clay statues in Xianmo Pavilion. Those guys enjoy the common people's worship, and they can bear the incense.
The juvenile masters joined together in a cold voice and were so strong that Song Zhenglun couldn't help but take a step back.
"You, who the are you, how dare you falsely accuse me of Runan Xianmo Pavilion."
Song Zhenglun was really stunned. This was the first time he saw someone dare to blame Xianmo Pavilion.
Is this a living impatient?
The young Taoist sneered, "Who am I? But it is also a pitiful person. In the past, if my brother did not take care of me for me, I also made the Chinese food of the Surabaya evil god. Revenge for my brother, whoever dares to block me, I will kill whoever! "
With a loud cry, a cold light shone through the snowy night, galloping around the young Taoist, as if it were spiritual.
"Sword repair!"
Song Zhenglun was taken aback.
Xu Ding and others were completely panicked and kept crying. Suddenly, all kinds of cries for help were heard on the banks of the Surabaya River.
It was n’t Xu Ding and others who were cold-blooded and numb, but it was the story of the monk Zhu Sishui River God that happened so much in the past 100 years.
Every time the ending is exactly the same, the famous monk dies, the people's sufferings are not resolved, but they are more serious.
Xu Ding and these people have been sensible almost since then, and the Sishui River God has become the most powerful and terrifying existence in his life. Han Shantong wants to kill the Sishui River God here. In their view, it is simply for them to bring disaster to the top.
Regardless of how fierce the people in Wuliu Town cry, Han Shantong remains motionless, as if unheard of, he disdains to debate with these ants, as long as he kills the evil of Surabaya, all the natural wind blows away.
Song Zhenglun said, "You, the people who harm the people! Xu Ding, Xu Ding, what are you still doing? what."
Xu Ding and others stared at Han Shantong, turning their eyes red with rage, and finally did not dare to take any action. They could only angrily order the next man to do it.
For a time, the crying cry on the banks of the Surabaya River resounded through the world.
Xu Yi stopped eating, took a sip of wine, looked away, looked at the moon in heaven, and felt inexplicably heavy. He did n’t think about the whole thing, but he was lamenting that the weak cannot control his own destiny. Sadness.
He couldn't help thinking how much helplessness and sadness he should suffer if he was still in Xujia Village.
Looking at the galaxy, endless stars, and endless world, only the strong can grasp his own destiny and control the destiny of others.
Now, he dare not arrogantly perceive the Heavenly Dao, but he firmly remembers one thing: to control his own destiny in his own hands is the Supreme Kingship.
With a loud bang, a section of water was raised in a distance, soaring continuously, it seemed to be connected to the bright moon above.
"He Shen patrols the river, burns incense, and bows."
Xu Ding shouted loudly, the incense case had been set up, and suddenly a rising incense rose.
Han Shantong's eyebrow peaked cold and rose into the air, pointing to the imperial sword. Suddenly, the long sword flew into the air and cut straight towards the water.
With a loud bang, the entire surface of the water was swept open, and a tremendous wave blew out along the river.
"expensive!"
A howl of anger and excitement came from the bottom of the water, and the people on the river bank ran away in horror. Han Shantong's eyes flashed with determination, his palms waved, and the long sword suddenly released a silver mask.
"Jiansheng Rainbow, this, this ..."
Song Zhenglun was stunned. The spirit of ghosts and immortals.
Suddenly, the Long Sword actually fell into the Sishui River, and the entire Sishui River suddenly boiled.
It is Xu Ding's small town residents who are boiling more than the river water.
They stopped running, huddled together one by one, with a pair of eager eyes, staring at the changes in the river surface, came a sound of teeth giggle and tremble.
They admit their fate and fear again. At this moment, how can Han Shantong show such awe-inspiring power, why can't he feel a little hope in his heart.
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